This Won't Work

Out Of Her Head

"Cause we're way too in love, just to fuck and let go
'Cause we're way too involved, just to cut and not call"

- Summer Walker

"You didn't have to hit him, Damien." Elana stood just outside the bathroom, watching Damien as he washed dried blood from his hands. The water flowing down the drain was pink.

It took a lot for Elana not to get sick.

"He deserved it." Was what Damien plainly responded.

"You could've just said something. You don't have to go to those extents."

Damien was now drying his hands. His jaw was visibly clenched. "Yeah? Have a little talk with him about how he called you a whore? Did you expect me to just stand there and let him say the shit he said. I would never let anybody talk about you like that."

"I could've defended myself. Why were you there anyway?"

At that, Damien froze. She couldn't know that he'd followed her car to the club. That he'd waited in his car.

He swallowed. "Coincidence,"

Elana scoffed. "You followed me, didn't you?"

"If I hadnt been there, who knows what he would've done. You should be grateful." Damien pushed past her, exiting the bathroom.

She didn't know what to respond to that. Did he know Max was her ex-boyfriend? Did he know Max was the one who used to abuse her?

She flinched when hearing a door slam closed.

*****

"Yeah, I'm sorry." Elana apologized to Jaxon. "Something came up."

It was the day after and she had invited herself to Jaxon's front door. She was antsy to apologize for leaving last night.

"It's alright. You could've let me know, though."

Elana sighed. "Yeah, I could've."

Jaxon's apartment was small but decorated in a way that it appeared spacious. There were abstract paintings on every wall. Colored lights hung from the ceiling. Every surface was decorated with weirdly-shaped bowls and vases.

She didn't expect Jaxon to be the artistic type.

They were sitting on the couch. Jaxon had poured them both a glass of red wine. "I have the feeling that you're an artist." She remarked.

He sat straight but his upper half was turned to her, his arm draped on the headrest behind her. "I wouldn't call myself an artist. I do paint sometimes, yes."

Elana watched as he glanced around at the paintings hanging on the walls. "Wait- you painted these?"

He nodded with a smile.

"Then you are an artist, Jaxon. These are amazing."

"Thank you,"

Silence settled over them, except for the quiet R&B playing on the TV.

He set his wine glass down on the coffee table. Elana immediately realized his intentions when he looked down to her lips. She set her glass down as well.

Jaxon leaned over, letting his face hover over hers a few seconds before their lips touched. He gently cupped her face.

He didn't pull her towards him as Damien did. He didn't grip her body as Damien did. He didn't force his tongue inside her mouth as Damien did.

Why the fuck was she comparing them?

When he pulled away, they began undressing. Clothing landed haphazardly around the living room.

Elana was determined to get laid. To fuck someone else rather than Damien. She needed to take her mind off of him.

"Fuck, I don't have a condom." Jaxon said once they were naked. His hands were tight around the headrest behind her, one on either side of her head.

She wrapped her legs tighter around him, encouraging him on. "It's okay. Just pull out." She leaned up and quickly kissed his lips.

Elana averted her gaze from his eyes once he was inside of her. It shouldn't have been her first thought, but it was; he isn't nearly as big as Damien.

Shut the fuck up.

His hips moved at an average pace.

He didn't go fast like Damien did. He didn't go so hard that it almost hurt like Damien did. He didn't make her feel so good that it became too much like Damien did.

Shut the fuck up!

She moaned but she didn't have to cover her mouth like she had to with Damien. It wasn't like she was going to scream or cry out like she did with Damien.

She really tried to focus on Jaxon because it did feel good. But not good enough that it took her mind off of Damien. Not good enough that it fogged her brain to the point where she couldn't even speak.

"Is that okay?" Jaxon asked, sliding in and out of her.

She trailed her hands down his abs. "It feels good,"

A few minutes later, she came. He did the same right after. His cum spurting out onto her stomach.

Right after, she brought herself to his bathroom. And while cleaning herself up she still couldn't get Damien out of her head.

*****

Short chapter, ik. My apologies!

Thoughts so far?